Sometimes, Baseball is Life (what I learned from the Cincinnati Reds)

Fifteen years. 180 months. 5475 days. 131,400 hours. 7,884,000 minutes. More seconds than my children, or most of the rest of us for that matter, can truly fathom. The amount of time it takes to have three high school reunions, or raise a child to nearly driving age. It's been a long damned time since … Continue reading Sometimes, Baseball is Life (what I learned from the Cincinnati Reds)